Generations (a poem)
I stand tall, proud,
find strength in who I am,
inspired by my ancestors.
I stand tall, proud,
find strength in who I am,
inspired by my ancestors.
Surrounded by people, blind to the tension. This patchwork relationship, this marriage of convenience, is falling apart.
Sometimes we, as artists, hold our creations close to the vest when they are meant to be released into the wild, to find new life and horizons beyond their creators.
(460 words)
I walked out of the din, wandered into the yard. I never thought performing would be so damned hard.
hand in hand, we left that day, together, come rain or shine.
the longer i live, the more i see, it’s true that love is blind.
I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.
i am the words i speak, i’m the things i do, i’m not how i look, or the things i accrue. you try to define me with the simplest of words but i’m far beyond that, though you think it absurd.
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